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I can't complain You're going through hell But you found my name It rhymes with Superman That's skin for the game Don't you think we look the same? Did I tell you she was a French teacher? Ooh la la, parfait! No alarm for no lament 'Cos I'm Mr. Right-side-of-tragic-end There's no regret to reel I'll sleep in the car tonight Under the stars, between my gear and heart Got to blow it up, I've got to blow it up Think they know enough, think they know enough What they holding on? What they holding out? Am I blowing up? Am I blowing up? I paid for her skills The skills paid the bill Now she'll be on white sand with my girl When I'm in jail No alarm for no lament 'Cos I'm Mr. Right-side-of-tragic-end There's no regret too real I'll sleep in the car tonight Under the stars, between my gear and heart Got to blow it up, I've got to blow it up Think they know enough, think they know enough What they holding on? What they holding out? Am I blowing up? Am I blowing up? No alarm for no lament 'Cos I'm Mr. Right-side-of-tragic-end There's no regret too real